My Man

I was dreaming.

I stumbled upon a firm rock, tougher than a reef

As if to assertively say, "Quit spacing out!"

I cringed, you see

I was dreaming.

Stringing up such repulsive numbers into scientific formulas?

Pulling my leg, was it not? And yet,

I had my back pushed in a ferocious manner, a little bit

I was dreaming.

Cast a glance at a tangible adult

He was different

He did not speak much

He was persistent yet somewhat dense

He was unequivocal

He was full of confidence

He was intelligent

He treasured his beloved ones a lot

He disliked being complimented

And he loved me dearly

The one who is crowing over him as though he were everything

No, he really is

Ain't a dream, eh?

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HAPPY 46th BIRTHDAY TO MY COOLEST PAPA \(^o^)/ Thank you for being the most dashing father in the whole wide world. Sorry for being such a perfectly imperfect daughter. I do love you though:)

-Syaninta

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